I'm too alone in the world, yet not alone enough...

 

 

            I'm too alone in the world, yet not alone enough
            to make each hour holy.
            I'm too small in the world, yet not small enough
            to be simply in your presence, like a thing--

            just as it is.

 

            I want to know my own will
            and to move with it.
            And I want, in the hushed moments
            when the nameless draws near,
            to be among the wise ones--
            or alone.

           

            I want to mirror your immensity.
            I want never to be too weak or too old
            to bear the heavy, lurching image of you.
 

            I want to unfold.
            Let no place in me hold itself closed,
            for where I am closed, I am false.
            I want to stay clear in your sight.

 

            I would describe myself
            like a landscape I've studied
            at length, in detail;
            like a word I'm coming to understand;
            like a pitcher I pour from at mealtime;
            like my mother's face;
            like a ship that carried me
            when the waters raged. 

 

          -Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)

The Revealing

When lilies bloom radiant in parched fields of death,
When water flows from proud granite walls,

When footsteps leave no prints on the earth,
And clouds maintain a rider,

When sons and daughters prophecy and dream;
These are the days of the mature sons, the awaited ones.

These are the days of the revealing,
of vision restored and DNA pure;
the long awaited reckoning on earth.

Ascension

Ascending and Descending
Transcendent Immersion, uncontested
Angelic footprints,
the Godhead DNA.

Elevated by force through the wide, open door
Sustained by the Infinite's light and sound
Electrons blinking, hiding
turning into nothing
turning toward eternity

Atoms splitting, cheering, compensating
driven by honor, consciousness, remembrance.

Simplicity and complexity on Jacob's ladder climb,
Ascend to the heavens mature walking sons
Descend to the masses you pure shining ones.

DNA Rising

Twisted mass of chorded strands, rooted
Identity, calling; spoken
Fused life force
longing to be free
whispered rumblings of captivity’s freedom.
Entwined to another; forgotten
Purified blood flows deeply
Light and voice; a spiritual resin
Designed to resurrect amnesia.

The Kind Judgement

Tell a story, tell your story. But what is that?
In  Imago Dei is my story and I’m just beginning to hear

My ears are only leaning into the unspoken, unseen
Mine is not mine by ours and His

And yet, the surrender is the beginning
The beginning is my ending

Tears of renewal of wasted time; wasted land
One-dimensional wasteland

Ruled by natural law and Aristotle
But the circle is unbroken and the light is dawning

The circle is realized and the arising has begun.
There never was a darkness, only a veil.

There never was striving; only rest
Time redeemed is the cry
Request granted.

Leaves of grass eternal
Eden evermore.